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CHILDREN DISINTERRED. 17
Whose heart with Mem'ry oft its vigils kept, Presenting to her eye each lovely form,
As when around her ye so lightly stept, Bidding her see once more the smiles so warm, Which o'er her evening days had shed a hallow'd charm.
Come, gather round her now! she had not thought
To see you leave again your mossy tomb— But ye are rising from that sacred spot;
The turf is broken—one by one ye come !
Is it to cheer again that lonely home, From which the sunny smile with you departed?
0 ! I have sat beside that hearth of gloom, When at your names the fondest tears have started, And I have wept with them, the lone and brokenhearted !
And now ye come ! is it to cheer the heart
Of the fond father, with your smiles of love ? Ye come again! and is it to impart
A gladness to the home where friends still
move? To tread the path where ye were wont to rove— The path left desolate by wood and dell—
The wildest haunts of streamlet, and the grove ? To list again the music of their swell, Which has been sadder far since hearing your farewell ?